"We're school girls." Well, whatever you are, you're late. So make up your minds. To be honest, I probably only need two more in the showers. I can pu... three of you on tables to dance. I know you're not dancers, but I don't think anybody will really care. Just flash your tits a lot and give them beaver shots. That's all they really want. And you can still cut deals with your Johns. That's not a problem. What's it going to be?" We're not..." Judith started to say they were neither call girls,. It was a Saturday afternoon, and Sara and I were at my house alone, home from college for the weekend. We joked about throwing parties, joking because we were both goody two-shoes who never broke the rules.Well, almost never.----I sat upright on the couch, in plaid pajama shorts and a tank top. Sara was changing in the bathroom as I tuned into a movie on TV. Sara came out a few moments later, in nothing but a long T-shirt. She laid down on the couch with her head casually in my lap. I felt. I sat on the file cabinet and spread my legs wide so Frank could get one good last look at my wet pussy which was now gaping open from his large cock; then I slid my damp panties on and slipped my shoes back on stood up and straightened my dress. I said “I think we should leave separately just so no one sees us together and he nodded”. Frank left first and I waited a couple of minutes using my fingers to straighten out my hair as I waited. I then left the room and went to Frank’s office, the. She walked inside the house, and locked the door, he'd been outside when she left and he might still be outside, she hurried to the backdoor and locked that too. Listening very softly she couldn't hear anything, breathing out a sigh of relief she started to head to her room to get some clothes she'd stay with a friend tonight and let him cool off, and deal with him in the morning. Just as she rounded the corner to her room she saw him, sitting in her room, facing her and holding his phone. She.